叶芝诗集（Yeats Poetry）.docVIP

叶芝诗集（Yeats Poetry） Lake Innisfree I want to get up and go to Innisfree, Build a little hut there with sticks and walls and mud; I have a box of bees, nine bean rows, Alone in the meadow where the bee hums. Where peace would come to me, and peace would trickle down, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There there was a glimmer of midnight, and the noon was tinged with purple, And evening full of the linnets wings. I am about to rise and go, for from morning till night to morning I hear lake water constantly gently surf; Whether I stand on the road or on the grey sidewalk, Always hear it calling deep in my heart. (feibai translation) When youre old When you are old, grey haired and sleepy, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, Slowly recite, dream of your eyes The soft light and quiet green halation; How many loved the truth and loved your beauty?, Loved your happy and charming youth, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; When you bent, the glowing bars, You will whisper, with a trace of sadness: The lost love is now on the high mountains, Bury it in the thick stars blush. (feibai translation) Swan at Karl Manor The trees were draped in beautiful autumn clothes, The path in the woods was dry, In the twilight of October, the flowing water Reflect the quiet sky, A block of stone was rippling with water, Swimming fifty-nine swans. Ever since I first had them, Nineteen degrees, autumn has gone, Before I could count it, I saw it They all flew up at once They flapped their wings loudly, Form a large and broken circle; soar. I gaze at these brilliant swans, Now there is a wave of grief in my heart. Everything has changed since the first time by the river, It was twilight, too, I heard swans flapping my head, So the pace is more nimble. Not tired, a pair of lovers, In the cold, friendly River Move forward or fly into mid air, Their hearts are still young, No matter where they drift, they